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letra de in the ghetto - vasko v

im born in a bloodline of curses and violence combined
life on the line, see you stand on the side line
earlier generations werent nice kinds, put yo mind right
we ran and run the streets at night, dogs who dont bark bite
i can and done f-cked with the system, thug life
friends that are gone now i never do miss em, dont need them in life
im with g’s in my genes discipline is recessive
got some g’s of sative i ain’t trippin off that passive
you can’t deal with the static i detect it
i sense it its the reflection
in your eyes the ones who recognize will certify
take you off this concrete it satisfies
clock says 3 am homie look alive
the beef is cookin tonight, if they come through its on sight
drinkin on the devils p-ss till the first light
ghetto, thats where we are til the sun get up, in the ghetto
ghetto, thats where all the feds get nuts, in the ghetto
ghetto, swear this where ya whole set gets touched, in the ghetto
ghetto, alls yo life you been in a clutch, in the ghetto

talking to one of the old ones, he reflecting
looking back at his days comparing it to our actions
he say y’all dudes is cray, i said wait up oldhead
ain’t you the generation spraying 12 with ak’s?
not even need for registration call it stray-k’s
aimin straight in their face while sustaining the chase
but you feel ashamed, spent time in the pen life is strange
nothing can replace the time you paid
you just waiting for your doomsday
soon faith will make us goons pay, make us feel like fools
but one day i saw the strings and it pulled
towards a direction i didn’t see above me stood
the few who didn’t want any good i understood
that we do merit and them up there are the crooks

ghetto, thats where we are til the sun get up, in the ghetto
ghetto, thats where all the feds get nuts, in the ghetto
ghetto, swear this where ya whole set gets touched, in the ghetto
ghetto, alls yo life you been in a clutch, in the ghetto

now my phone is ringing, ciao og gotta go and kick it
doubt if i’ll get home, i risk it, join the homies legion
they on the phone and screamin, sucka come and get it
twenty four minutes been vanished
we could’ve pull some 287’s and the feds do 3 200’s we still ain’t finished (thats 911)
many phone dials done, make us go on the run
blue lights spun, new guys stunned
you, hide or run there they come sh-t im gone
hear mines getting rid of guns, one’s trigger sprung
now done is the fun, everyone dont stop for nun
my eardrums still hummin from the near shot not peirced
sirenes cease to exist, lungs relieved finally breathe
see the og in front of me, he teared up said didn’t think you’d persist

- vasko v

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